I am thirty-seven weeks pregnant. You know what that means? It means: ANY TIME NOW, KID!
On account of this pregnancy being wholly and utterly average, without complications, without extremes of any kind, I've tried pretty hard not to whine too much online. (Um, sorry if you know me in real life.) I am super excited about this baby, super grateful that everything's gone well, and I am super aware of all the stories out there that aren't as easy and uncomplicated as mine, so I know better than to whine.
Except, I am thirty-seven weeks pregnant. And you know what that means? I AM DONE.